square job, live a quiet life. You start
showing up at the track or the hot spots
and Bobo's boys will be all over you.
-Roy, don't tell me what to do with myself,
it's a big world out there.
-Not anymore.
-Lilly, listen to me, it's good advice.
I'm following it myself.
-What?
You wanted me out of the rackets,
off the grift? I think I'm gonna get out.
Roy, that's fine,
but I don't have time for this.
-Bobo's after my ass!
-I thought you'd be happy for me.
After all, you're the one who...
Bobo isn't after you! Bobo's after me!
And he's goddamn good, but so am I.
What makes you think I'm gonna let you
outta here with my money?
-I'm a survivor. I survive.
And to survive, I need money.
No!
You want a drink?
No! You probably shouldn't
have one either.
No, but I'm goddam thirsty.
Ice water?
Sure, that sounds nice.
I'll get it.
Take whichever one you want.
You wouldn't do that.
You don't know what I'd do.
You have no idea.
+To live.
-You'll live, Lilly.
-I know what's bugging you, of course.
-Oh? I didn't know anything was.
I wasn't a very good mother
to you when you were a kid.
It was pretty lousy of me, I guess.
-To be a child at the same time you were.
-For God's sake, Lilly!
I gave you your life twice.
I'm asking you to give me
mine once.
I need the money, Roy.
No.
-So, you're getting off the grift, ahn?
-I might.
-That's good.
You don't really belong on this
side of the fence, you know.
-I don't?
-If you stayed a crook, do you
think you'd live to be my ripe age?
Well, I don't see why not.
I guess I got it wrong, then.
Seems to me I heard about a guy
just your age that got hit so hard
in the guts it almost killed him.
-Well, uh...
-That's different... That doesn't count.
It doesn't really matter, does it?
If I'm getting out...
You're getting out? You're on the
level? You don't need the money.
So why the hell can't I take it?
Lilly, my money wouldn't last
forever. And then what?
You'd be stuck in some other part of
the rackets, with another Bobo Justus
to slap you around and burn
holes in your hand.
If you can't change your life now,
when you're still relatively young,
how could you do it when you're
say... crowning 50?
This way you gotta go
the square route.
Send me a card when you got settled,
I could maybe help you out sometimes...
Roy... What if I told you
I wasn't really your mother?
That we weren't related?
What?
You'd like that, wouldn't you?
Sure you would.
You don't have to tell me.
Now, why would you like that, Roy?
What're talking about? Of course
you're my mother. Of course you are.
-Roy... Roy...
-There's nothing more to talk about.
I want that money, Roy.
I need it.
What do I have to do to get it?
You mean, you won't give it
to me, Roy?
Will you? Won't you?
What can I do to get it?
Is there nothing I can do?
-Lilly, Jesus, what're you doing?
Nothing at all...?